I saw that Disney XD is doing a mini DuckTales marathon, and while watching "Woo-oo!", I looked at Webby's drawings on her conspiracy board and noticed something that blew my mind. She drew herself in her beta design!
The shape of the bow, the pink, frilly dress, and especially the hairstyle all match! How the hell have I never known about that until now?!
Warnings: I... I'm so... I don't even know what to put here. What the fuck, man. What did I do to deserve this?
"It's not every day I catch a thief red-handed," a Scottish voice purred from behind you. You hadn't even heard him effortlessly dive into the seemingly infinite pile of gold that you'd had to rappel into, and now he had you at a disadvantage. What were you supposed to do with that?
Well, you certainly wouldn't beg for mercy. It was exactly what the old coot wanted, and you couldn't give him that.
"It's not every day a thief makes it out of your Money Bin with a pretty penny to show for it," you replied, holding up a giant, glinting ruby. Light bounced off it, sending scattered shards of red all over the room. One lit up the grin on your bill.
"Tha's a bit more than a pretty penny, wouldn't ye say?" he asked. You heard some coins shift behind you, signaling his moving closer to you.
Your grin grew just a fraction.
"To you, I'd think it's little more than a pretty trinket, wouldn't you say?" you teased, shooting him a look. He didn't seem as amused by your twist on his words as you were. No matter. "Would you really miss this little token, Scrooge?"
You watched as he shivered at the way you said his name. His eyes bounced around the bin contemplatively in an attempt to play off the reaction he'd had to you. "I know all the coins and gems and trinkets in this bin as if they were my own children. Of course I'd miss it."
"Then it should bring you some comfort, shouldn't it, that it's going to a good home?"
"I hardly think bein' sold on the Black Market for a wad of cash is 'goin' to a good home.'"
You feigned offense, laying a hand dramatically over your heart. "Scrooge! I'm hurt you'd think so poorly of me. Of course it's not going to the Black Market. It's going to a very reputable buyer. Hired me to steal it from you and everything."
"How much is 'e payin' ye, then?" Scrooge asked.
Now it was your turn to shiver -- though the one that danced down your spine was a bit more... anticipatory in nature. "Not nearly as much as the ruby is worth," you confessed lightly. "But we both know I never was one to back down from a challenge."
He was suddenly on you, his hands pinning yours behind you while his chest pressed flush against your back. A gentle shushing whisper blew past your ear before he spoke, "And how goes yer little challenge, eh? Would ye consider it successful?"
You shot a look back to him, along with a grin. "Well, I got your attention, didn't I? I'd call that a win."
He grunted in amusement before shifting his hands so that one was still holding you by the wrists, while the other delicately plucked the ruby from your grasp.
He held it up within your line of sight, twisting it so the lights bouncing off it danced along the walls. "Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked, though even as he spoke of it, his eyes were on you.
"You're not so bad yourself," you purred.
He unceremoniously threw the ruby back into the sea of gold with a sigh, then released you with a grunt that seemed a lot less amused than before. "Same time next week?" he asked.
Does anyone else think about the fact that the only reason the Duck/McDuck family reconciled was because Dewey tried to steal Donald’s houseboat and Huey’s a bad liar or are you normal?